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Gun pulled on me
#1
I wish my boss wasn't in his office this morning cause I would have called in my story.

I was 16 and driving around town with 3 friends in my dads car. We were heading up to Taco bell and a friend of mine had a squirt gun. Apparently he was playing around with it and someone who had passed us saw it and freaked out thinking it was a real gun. We stopped at taco bell, ate and were headed back down town. I saw a couple of police cars had headed in the other direction pretty quickly and I thought to myself "Man, someone's F'd!) They whipped it around, turned on their lights and I though "F! They're after me!" Bening an intelligent 16 year old I had the bright idea to quickly turn down a side road thinking that I had outsmarted them and was going to sneak away. Next thing I know I see the lights. I stop the car and was pissed off not knowing what they were looking for. One of the cops got on the intercom and said "Driver....turn off your car." I did. "Driver....Throw your keys out the window." they made us wait for a couple minutes and they then told me (the driver) to open up my door and get out of the car. I proceeded to get out and faced the cops when I heard them yell very angrily "DON'T FACE ME!!! TURN AROUND!" I nearly shit myself. I had to put my hands behind my head and walk back wards to the sound of his voice. I kept walking back and when I got to the half dozen cop cars facing mine with all of the cops wedged between their doors with guns drawn on us. One of the cops patted me down, cuffed me and put me in the back of their car. They did that to each one of us, then questioned us about what was going on. Our stories were straight.....even the taking a quick turn down another road....we weren't trying to be elusive....we were going to a friends house that lived up the road!
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#2
I had the swat team called on me once.

Someone apparently called some place and used a name similar to my real name. They told the person who answered the phone that they had a shotgun and they were going to kill themselves. Since there is only two people in the state with my name the swat team surrounded my house.

I wasn't home at the time. I got a call from my office asking me to call Sargeant So and So. I called, explained that it wasn't me, and had to go to my house to give them a tour to verify that no one was in there with a loaded gun.

Unfortunately I deleted the several answering machine messages with the negotiator begging me to come out and talk about the situation.
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#3
My step-son had a gun pulled on him once. He was leaving his job at the bowling alley in Joelton, TN and a car came up behind him with flashing lights. He thought it was the police so he pulled over. When he turned to see the "cop", there was a saw-offed shotgun in his face. They took his wallet but they didn't take his cell phone and he called the cops with the license plate number. They arrested the 2 guys a couple hours later. He was a hero!!
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#4
dino Wrote:I wish my boss wasn't in his office this morning cause I would have called in my story.

I was 16 and driving around town with 3 friends in my dads car. We were heading up to Taco bell and a friend of mine had a squirt gun. Apparently he was playing around with it and someone who had passed us saw it and freaked out thinking it was a real gun. We stopped at taco bell, ate and were headed back down town. I saw a couple of police cars had headed in the other direction pretty quickly and I thought to myself "Man, someone's F'd!) They whipped it around, turned on their lights and I though "F! They're after me!" Bening an intelligent 16 year old I had the bright idea to quickly turn down a side road thinking that I had outsmarted them and was going to sneak away. Next thing I know I see the lights. I stop the car and was pissed off not knowing what they were looking for. One of the cops got on the intercom and said "Driver....turn off your car." I did. "Driver....Throw your keys out the window." they made us wait for a couple minutes and they then told me (the driver) to open up my door and get out of the car. I proceeded to get out and faced the cops when I heard them yell very angrily "DON'T FACE ME!!! TURN AROUND!" I nearly shit myself. I had to put my hands behind my head and walk back wards to the sound of his voice. I kept walking back and when I got to the half dozen cop cars facing mine with all of the cops wedged between their doors with guns drawn on us. One of the cops patted me down, cuffed me and put me in the back of their car. They did that to each one of us, then questioned us about what was going on. Our stories were straight.....even the taking a quick turn down another road....we weren't trying to be elusive....we were going to a friends house that lived up the road!

That is some kind of freaky. I'd be shaking for days after that.

I had something similar happen when I was 14.

One of my buddies was babysitting, and another friend and I tagged along because rumor had it, the father of the house had an EPIC stash of porn. Turned out this epic stash was a couple Playboys. :Smile I mean, if I wanted to see some boobage just sitting there, I'd "accidentally" walk in on my mom coming out of the shower again. Am I right?

Anyway, my friend and I got pretty bored, so we went outside to shoot the shit. Our conversation led us to sit on a curb between two parked cars. We thought nothing of it, of course. This was about midnight, as I recall. Suddenly, headlights turned on, facing directly toward us. The car in the driveway just opposite of us was leaving. For some retarded reason, we got the bright idea to lean over so that our torsos were obscured by the parked cars closest to us. We never thought about how it would appear, or the fact that our legs and feet were still totally exposed. The headlights shined on us for an uncomfortably long time, but then he drove off.

Flash forward an hour later. All three of us were walking home, shooting the shit, not a care in the world. We walked right by a pair of cops, who appeared to be looking for something/someone. Suddenly I get thrown against the cop car, and am made to "assume the position". I have no idea what the hell is going on. The cop frisks me. He stops when he feels my package.........of candy in the front pocket of my coat.

Him: "What is this?"

Me: "Gobstoppers."

His curiosity is satisfied.

We all got thrown in the back of the two squad cars, terrified, having absolutely no idea what was going on. We got to the station and were placed into separate interrogation rooms. Our parents were called in. An hour later we were released, free to go. Not once were we told what the hell we were doing there.

My parents told me that the cops got a report that two youths wearing jeans and tennis shoes were in the vicinity slashing tires on parked cars. :Smile

Actually, now that I look at it, our two stories are nothing alike at all. My fault.
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Good none-the-less
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Fistor Wrote:
dino Wrote:I wish my boss wasn't in his office this morning cause I would have called in my story.

I was 16 and driving around town with 3 friends in my dads car. We were heading up to Taco bell and a friend of mine had a squirt gun. Apparently he was playing around with it and someone who had passed us saw it and freaked out thinking it was a real gun. We stopped at taco bell, ate and were headed back down town. I saw a couple of police cars had headed in the other direction pretty quickly and I thought to myself "Man, someone's F'd!) They whipped it around, turned on their lights and I though "F! They're after me!" Bening an intelligent 16 year old I had the bright idea to quickly turn down a side road thinking that I had outsmarted them and was going to sneak away. Next thing I know I see the lights. I stop the car and was pissed off not knowing what they were looking for. One of the cops got on the intercom and said "Driver....turn off your car." I did. "Driver....Throw your keys out the window." they made us wait for a couple minutes and they then told me (the driver) to open up my door and get out of the car. I proceeded to get out and faced the cops when I heard them yell very angrily "DON'T FACE ME!!! TURN AROUND!" I nearly shit myself. I had to put my hands behind my head and walk back wards to the sound of his voice. I kept walking back and when I got to the half dozen cop cars facing mine with all of the cops wedged between their doors with guns drawn on us. One of the cops patted me down, cuffed me and put me in the back of their car. They did that to each one of us, then questioned us about what was going on. Our stories were straight.....even the taking a quick turn down another road....we weren't trying to be elusive....we were going to a friends house that lived up the road!

That is some kind of freaky. I'd be shaking for days after that.

I had something similar happen when I was 14.

One of my buddies was babysitting, and another friend and I tagged along because rumor had it, the father of the house had an EPIC stash of porn. Turned out this epic stash was a couple Playboys. :Smile I mean, if I wanted to see some boobage just sitting there, I'd "accidentally" walk in on my mom coming out of the shower again. Am I right?

Anyway, my friend and I got pretty bored, so we went outside to shoot the shit. Our conversation led us to sit on a curb between two parked cars. We thought nothing of it, of course. This was about midnight, as I recall. Suddenly, headlights turned on, facing directly toward us. The car in the driveway just opposite of us was leaving. For some retarded reason, we got the bright idea to lean over so that our torsos were obscured by the parked cars closest to us. We never thought about how it would appear, or the fact that our legs and feet were still totally exposed. The headlights shined on us for an uncomfortably long time, but then he drove off.

Flash forward an hour later. All three of us were walking home, shooting the shit, not a care in the world. We walked right by a pair of cops, who appeared to be looking for something/someone. Suddenly I get thrown against the cop car, and am made to "assume the position". I have no idea what the hell is going on. The cop frisks me. He stops when he feels my package.........of candy in the front pocket of my coat.

Him: "What is this?"

Me: "Gobstoppers."

His curiosity is satisfied.

We all got thrown in the back of the two squad cars, terrified, having absolutely no idea what was going on. We got to the station and were placed into separate interrogation rooms. Our parents were called in. An hour later we were released, free to go. Not once were we told what the hell we were doing there.

My parents told me that the cops got a report that two youths wearing jeans and tennis shoes were in the vicinity slashing tires on parked cars. :Smile

Actually, now that I look at it, our two stories are nothing alike at all. My fault.

One time I got out of a speeding ticket by offering a cop some gobstoppers...
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boizalynne Wrote:One time I got out of a speeding ticket by offering a cop some gobstoppers...

Lucky. I offered a cop some car air freshners once. I wasn't even being a smartass about it. I had bought some big jumbo pack of them earlier that day and didn't care for the scent. He didn't seemed too pleased. Needless to say, he didn't accept the offer- or waive the ticket.
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#8
One of the first times that I had a gun pulled on me I was 18 years old in the northern part of Thailand in an area known as the Golden Triangle. The Golden Triangle is one of Asia's main opium-producing areas located in Southeast Asia where Myanmar (Burma), Laos, and Thailand meet. At that time I was traveling in a group that included eight Thai
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#9
Three stories... i guess it's karma as my immediate family combined owns roughly 200 guns...

1. My brother is a senior at U of Pitt and decided one night to make a midnight run to McDonalds, 2 blocks away. Some kid about his age pulled a gun out and demanded his wallet, my brother said, "sure, here you go, but there's nothing in it man", the guy ripped through it, found no cash, swore, threw it back at my brother, and waved the gun and left. My brother proceeded to McDonalds to spend the last 6 dollars on his debit card

2. A friend from OH was driving through Akron and a car with guys pulled up along side him and pointed a gun at his face and asked for money, his cell phone, and his laptop. He handed over the wallet while dialing 911 on his phone which he kept hidden under the car seat, he had the balls (or idiocy as these guys were obviously cracked out) to argue about the laptop. They eventually got it from him and a distant siren spooked them. They peeled out, and my friend proceeded to follow them while directing the 911/cops as to their location. Perps got arrested and apparently were wanted for several similar incidence. My friend was quite smug, he got all his shit back and a pat on the back from the law.

3. I was walking in the shady city of Easton, PA with 2 pals and three gang-ish thugs swarmed around us, firmly held my arm and started acting all threatening like they were such bad asses. I calmly pulled my buck knife out held up, letting the streetlight glint all the way up the blade, and said sweetly, "I've been gutting deer since I was 9". Either the knife or the look in my eye impressed them and they called me a psycho hick bitch and took off, waddling with there drooping pants
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#10
One time I got out of a speeding ticket by offering a cop some gobstoppers... [/quote]

Honey, that's not a gobstopper - it's called a blow job. :-*
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#11
Torque Wrote:I calmly pulled my buck knife out held up, letting the streetlight glint all the way up the blade, and said sweetly, "I've been gutting deer since I was 9".

Wait....you carry your buck knife with you and walk through the city? You have someone "Firmly holding your arm" and they let you pull a knife on them and move it around so the streetlights "glint" up the blade?

[super troopers drop]"Hey Farva what's that place you like with all the goofy shit on the walls? You mean Shenanigans?"[/super troopers drop]
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dino Wrote:
Torque Wrote:I calmly pulled my buck knife out held up, letting the streetlight glint all the way up the blade, and said sweetly, "I've been gutting deer since I was 9".

Wait....you carry your buck knife with you and walk through the city? You have someone "Firmly holding your arm" and they let you pull a knife on them and move it around so the streetlights "glint" up the blade?

[super troopers drop]"Hey Farva what's that place you like with all the goofy shit on the walls? You mean Shenanigans?"[/super troopers drop]

Haha, I always have a pocket knife on me somewhere, just always have, when I went to easton, I upgraded because I didn't yet have my permit to carry.

The guy was up in my face holding my one arm pretty much saying he was thinking about having a good time with me, so i casually pulled it out and it was the last thing he'd expected and they left us for an easier target. the guys I was with were nervous as hell while it happened but laughed the whole way back to the car.

Yes it could have went down a lot worse, i.e. all the streetlamps could have been shot out and the glint down the blade not been possible. I'm actually being only slightly dramatic, my detail-oriented memory remembers these stupid things
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